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Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

What we get by luck is not called love,

Love is a worship,

And worship is all about doing..(with heart)

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Third person's POV :-

His eyes trembled, heart constricted, breath knocked out as if he can't breath anymore. His grip on shahnoor's hand loosen and this didn't got unnoticed by shahnoor. She looked towards their loosen hands than towards shahzaib's face. Her eyes pooled with tears, blinking her eyes she look at farah who is looking at her husband with a small smile. The air felt thick as time went slowly, shahzaib's hand slide away from shahnoor's as he walked forward.

Everyone tensed as they exchanged their eyes from farah to shahzaib. But what Shahzaib did is unbelievable, he passed by her without saying any word. Although in his heart, he wanted to kill her seeing her smile as if nothing happened. How can she come back? After all that she did, why? Wasn't her lover gave her enough love? Did shahnoor bring her back? Did she betrayed him? Before he could walk out with all those bothering thoughts, a hand gripped his large fisted one. Taking deep breath, he turned around and came face to face with the face he doesn't want to see anymore. Jerking his hand from farah's hold, he look at her with murderous gaze.

"Shah-Shahzaib..I am sorry." Farah said with glossy eyes.

Shahzaib clenched his jaw, breathing sharply. He wanted to say many things that will broke her apart but he remembers his promise that he gave to shahnoor.

~Flashback~

"Why aren't you accepting your meher?" Shahzaib asked getting mad.

"I want something else as my meher." Shahnoor said.

"What is it?" Shahzaib asked.

"A promise." She said.

"What kind of promise?" He asked.

"That you won't harm my family including farah, after this you won't do anything that will hurt them. Will you give me this promise?" Shahnoor asked, there is a long silence on the other line than he said.

"Okay, I promise but this won't will be counted for your meher, ask something else." He said in his deep tone.

"Give me Surah Rehman and surah noor as my meher." She said, he thought than agreed.

~End of flashback~

He remembered the promise which his little wife all asked for, he can't break it now that he only thinks of her. Although he won't lie that his heartbeats increased when he saw farah infront of him but not as much as before.

"Shahzaib..what are you thinking? I know wha-"

"Baccha," shahzaib cut farah by calling Shahnoor, she look at him as he gesture her to come towards him.

Shahnoor walked towards him and hold onto the hand he extended for her. Her touch is enough for him to be relaxed.

"In this blessed month, with fasting mouth and intention of clear heart.. and.. the promise that...I made to my wife...I forgive you." Shahzaib breath out and said, not looking at her.

"Shahzaib.." Farah whispered.

"Right now I am fasting and I won't lie, my heart doesn't gives me permission to forgive you but because I don't want to hurt my companion by breaking my promise. I forgive you.." Shahzaib said, looking at shahnoor.

Shahnoor smile at him as she interwine their hands with a lone tear fall down from the corner of her eyes.

This scene before farah, broke her heart. She thought shahzaib still loves her and will leave shahnoor once he meet her but here everything is going opposite of it. Something twisted in her stomach as she felt bitter taste in her mouth, may be she is sick.

The sight infront of Mrs. Rukhsar made her heart felt at ease as she thought that the situation will get out of hands but Alhamdulillah her trust in Allah has win. Now she doesn't need to worry about her both daughters.

"Ammi.." Shahzaib called Mrs. Rukhsar.

"Uh?" She looked at her son-in-law.

"I think we should leave now, I have to go to office as well for the weekly inspection." Shahzaib said, totally ignoring farah's presence.

"Oh," Mrs. Rukhsar started as she came forward and stroke her hands over Shahzaib's shoulders just like how mother's did.

"You should have stayed for iftari here, Abdullah will be happy to see you and firoz here. Even shahnoor's abba told me to make you stay here as he will come before iftari." Mrs. Rukhsar said, now feeling light after the huge burden came off of her heart.

"Ammi, I will come on the weekend to take everyone out for picnic, okay? Now let me go." Shahzaib said softly like a son.

Shahnoor couldn't believe at the behaviour of her husband as he look at him while blinking her eyes.

'A family outing?' She thought with a smile.

"Woah! That's great! I am all in as I am your son too right ammi?" Firoz said, holding on Mrs. Rukhsar's arm from behind.

Mrs. Rukhsar smile while tapping his cheek and nodding.

"Ofcourse mere bete (my son)." Mrs. Rukhsar said and look towards her daughter with a knowing smile.

Among all these happy faces, a face of anger and jealousy burning with unsheded tears have watched them quietly.

Abu Daud's POV :-

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 4B7 with service from Dublin to Turkey, Istanbul. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in approximately seven minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts...."

The Pre-flight announcement goes on as I fasten my seatbelt not taking much interest in the announcement. A kind of lump formed in my throat, tears blurred my vision, clenching my jaw I tried to swallow the feelings which are eager to come out. Wanting this frustration to be released for forever, I wanted to kill this heart not having sympathy for me.

"Ah! Why isn't it working?" The silk tone right beside me broke my chain of thoughts.

My eyes followed the mess expression of the young girl having problem closing the seatbelt. Her tiny hands trying to pull it together but it seems to be jammed.

"Uff~ Allah!" She said, gritting her teeth.

"Let me help you." I offered, she looked at me taking a moment of thinking.

Than slowly she removed her hands from the belt and I tried to pull it together. It didn't took too much effort and is done in seconds.

"You must lack energy.. it was so easy to do." I said.

"You must be full of energy..it was so easy to do for you." She replied and grin while showcasing her teeth but I gave her a stern look which made her innocent smile vanish in no seconds.

"Sorry.." She said looking down with heated cheeks, Maybe she is embarassed.

"Its okay." I said, turning my attention towards the book I brought with me.

"By the way My name is Shifa." She chirped again.

"So?" I said without glancing her way.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"What will you do after knowing it?" I asked, huffing.

"I will make you male protagonist for my next book." She said in a happy tone, I look at her with a slight frown.

"You are a writer?" I asked with amazement, She looks too young.

"Umhm..Soon my books will spread fire in the World of authors.. Inshallah!" She said while motioning her hands.

"So, you haven't released any book yet?" I asked.

"No, but soon I will and your facial features are too good to become my male protagonist." She said like a child would while showing her index finger.

"Little girl, You should focus on yourself. How can you talk to a stranger so casually?" I said with a smirk.

"Than should I be formal? Okay! I will! So Mr. Stranger, I am Shifa sayed a soon to be famous writer. I request you to tell me about yourself, so that It can help me portrait your character more handsomely like you." She said, acting of her professionalism.

I Chuckled, looking away and shaking my head.

"Than I'll Look forward to read your book Ms. Shifa." I said, without knowing that I am smiling.

Her smile spread like a wind, showcasing her white teeth. Somewhat reminding me of my noor. With blurry vision, my eyes refused to leave this sight for a moment.

Shahnoor's POV :-

"We are thinking of DJ nights and a long celebration. What say bhai?" Firoz bhai asked as we were on the way to our home.

"We can do that but still it's akib's wedding so let him decide what he wants." He said with a light smile.

"But akib bhai is really boring, his wedding is just few days far yet he didn't even show a hint of excitement." Firoz bhai said, gulping I look away.

'Is he alright? Is he really happy?'

"Baccha?" My heart jumped as he called me.

"Ji." I said, looking at him.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Umhm.." I said, thinking of what is going to happen again.

My eyes never leaving his magnetic ocean blue orbs, so much they are saying and a numerous amount of question they are asking. How should I answer them? Glossy vision made my heart heavy, I gulped when his large warm hand started caressing my cheek and his thump tracing my lower lip. An unknown knot twist in my stomach, I felt something foreign within me. The insides of mine are shivering because of this unknown feeling. His eyes speaking the other language I didn't got used to.

"We are here." Firoz bhai broke the chain of thoughts and slightly making my heart jumped.

He quickly removed his hand from my face, clearing his throat. My cheeks heated, turning into crimson colour as I look down. I felt the two males walking out of the car and my side door open by his gentle gesture. His large right hand coming infront of me, With shivering gaze I look at him.

"Come on baccha." He said, softly.

Afraid of those foreign feelings, I slowly placed my hand in his. He hold it with assuring vibes, his hold is tight. I know he won't leave me even in those worse situation when he needs to choose between me and others.

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"I can't interfere in his decision." He said on call to someone I guess akib's father.

"Yes..yes..yes sir, Allah Hafiz." He ended the call.

"What happened?" I asked, he looked stress.

"Nothing, its just akib doesn't want any big function or something like that. He wants simple nikah ceremony but his parents have opposite desires for their only son." He explained.

"Don't worry too much, if he wants that than do so cause some people doesn't like to do over." I said, sitting next to him on the love seat near the window.

"Don't you.. have dreams of your wedding?" He asked suddenly but with hesitation at first.

I blinked my eyes, gulping at the topic. Taking a deep breath, I crossed my hands together.

"I am already married to you." I said with softness.

"I know..but it was so simple and... forced." He ended with a huff.

"But now it isn't.." I quickly corrected him but realised soon what I was about to say.

He looked at me with unknown smirk on his face, I straighten my posture.

"What do you mean by now..its isn't?" He asked.

"I..I mean..I mean.." I didn't knew how to explain.

"You mean what?" His tone changed quickly into that husky voice which I hate yet love to hear.

I gulped as I felt him shifting closer to me, my body didn't moved a bit from its place. I felt like I froze on the spot, nor its like I wanted to stay away. Blinking my eyes as he really shifted in a close proximity to me, my breathing already laboured.

"You mean...what baccha?" He asked in that same tone.

"I...I..mean..I don't..I.. don't regret.." I tried to explain, my eyes leveling to his lips which I somewhat felt magnetic towards mine.

"I don't.. regret.. marrying..yo-" My breath hitched as he placed a sudden peck on my lips.

Its a small peck, when he withdrew his face just some inches away I look at him with popped eyes. But his expression are different, different from what I have saw until now. I feel like he wanted to say something to me or wanted to do more than just something. My heartbeats went slow, breathing laboured by Seconds as his ocean blue orbs darken to thick blue colour. His gaze didn't allow me to look elsewhere, distance faded between us. His lips drew closer, my eyes automatically closed at the feeling of his soft lips.

For sometime his lips lingered on mine, not moving an inch and I am afraid to make any move as I don't have experience in such situation. I feel his lips making a pressure on mine, his hand slowly traced my arm. An unknown spark igniting within the veins of mine. The rhythm of my heart accelerated when his lips started moving with more pressure.

His body dominating mine as he stood slightly yet with our lips connected. Slowly he parted his lips, breathing heavily and looking at me with those dark eyes. I gulped with my gaze locked with his, I didn't wanted him to move away. All I want is him to continue doing this or more than this.

I slowly lifted my trembling hands and circled them around his neck with nervous heart. Pulling him into me, our nose touching. He just kept on looking at me, as if he wants me to do something. I am nervous though, I am afraid if he will get angry but the ache in my body doesn't allow me to push him away. So, I didn't let my fear lead me instead I let my body to react according to our need. With much pressure I placed lips on his right cheek, kissing him with closed eyes. Straightening my posture, I pulled him more and let my lips touch his. The feeling is beyond any clear definition, I kept on kissing him and he didn't push me away. I let my lips adore his soft one, moving mine on his is just like a dream. My hands interwining with his locks, closing all that distance between us. Now I can't see any stop to this deviant feeling of mine.

'Please touch me... please respond!' My heart hurt when he didn't respond.

I felt hot tears flowing down to my cheeks, I failed on this duty of mine as a wife. How can I do it? I don't even know how to make love to my husband or to seduce him? Feeling like a looser, I withdrew my lips from him. Slowly removing hands from his neck, I stood up with trembling legs. I didn't gaze at him and tried to walk pass him but he hold my hand.

"Ple-please..I..am sorry.." I said, fresh tears flowing down my eyes.

He made me face him yet I didn't look up at him. Cupping my cheeks, he lifted my face and wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Look at me.." He said in his hushing tone.

I slowly look at him in his eyes which are saying much more than ever before.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I..I don't...kn-know how.. How to..do it.. properly.." I tried to explain but I feel shy to say it.

He smiled and kissed my forehead than joined our forehead as he continue gazing in my eyes.

"Let me..teach you than Janan.." Those words send shivers to my body when he applied more pressure on my cheeks.

"You ready?" He asked in husky voice.

'How can I say no to you?'

His hands slowly slide down to arms than to my hands, his right hand circling my waist and left one circling behind my knees and with a swift he lifted me in bridal style. I quickly clutched on his t-shirt. Walking towards our bed, he slowly placed me on it and hovered over me on his four. My hands still clutching on his t-shirt as I look at him with much need. Gradually he let the distance fade away between us as he put the pressure of his body on mine. I felt another level of pleasure with his weight pressuring over my body.

"Uhah.." Those unknown sounds escaping through my parted lips.

His right hand cupping my cheek again as he look down at me with heavy breathing. His lips again found mine, now moving along. He kept on deepening the kiss, his lips moving passionately on mine.

"Umm..mm..." I couldn't get any chance to express myself as he kept on kissing me.

The pain in my abdomen increased by Seconds and tears flowed as the amount of pleasure is just too much to handle. My hands and feet went cold, I dipped my nails on his exposed shoulder. Sliding down his hand towards my waist, he traced my skin underneath. His warm hands sending unknown pleasure to my body. Suddenly he stopped, we both look at eachother with heavy breathing. He stood on his knees and removed his maroon t-shirt than throw it away without his eyes leaving my messy form. Hovering over me again with his hands resting either side of head, he look at me with passionate gaze.

I cupped his face in my hands as we exchange the moment of silence.

Than I felt his hand under my clothed skin, slowly tracing my waist with his fingers.

"Uhh..."

"May I?" He asked.

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